Noh-Varr ignores the queasy way his stomach feels just thinking about the implication--ew, ew, ew, ew, gross, nasty, etc etc--and also the way Vriska is cracking up over it, which makes him smile involuntarily. He's glad for the way Garrus' talons brush his hair; it makes him lean in. ]
This is a detail-free zone, I'll have you all know. [ Glancing back at the turian, dryly: ] There weren't any of that particular call, anyway. [ Just. You know. Making sure that's clear. He snorts at Vriska, head tilting in clear disbelief. ]
Have you met yourselves? There's nothing malleable about people as stubborn as the both of you.
[ Let it be said that she lost her shit completely at Hibari's last comment. She's curled up in mid air, hugging her stomach as she gives herself over to heady cackles.
It feels good to laugh.
Vriska only finally uncurls again at Noh's question, at which point she just sticks her tongue out at him. Mature. ]
Whatever! Be cavalier about damaging our innocence, see if I care! Go back to being cuddly love chirpbeasts. [ Lovebirds. ] But next time, Garrus, you take him to your place and scar your roommates instead. Noh-Varr has traumatized me enough for one deathtime!
[ A thought seems to occur to her, and she floats behind Hibari, wrapping both arms around his neck and resting her chin on his shoulder. There's a wicked glint in her eye even as the smile on her face remains perfectly mild. ]
Come on, let's go break into Garrus's room and make out on his bed.
[ Who is she trolling here? Garrus? Hibari? Noh? All three? Who knows.
[His aim. Like he even knows. It's certainly not the intention he'd started with. Garrus glances down before shaking his head.]
Did you start whatever you've got with Vriska with clear aim? Some sort of angle?
[Now he looks back up, over at Hibari, to meet the kid's eyes.]
Gonna bet no.
[This is not easy. Battle tactics, weapons schematics, they're things he can sort out in his head and talk his way through. This is uncharted territory.]
I'm planning on seeing where this goes. I like this. I like Noh. And if you've got a problem with that, then you can keep it to yourself. Because I don't give a damn.
[ Oh goodness, Garrus is being awfully cute. A bit bullheaded in the face of teenage stupidity, but Noh-Varr can imagine that whatever Turian teenagers are like, Hibari's temperament is foreign. (He suspects that no matter the species, Hibari's temperament is its own animal.)
He exchanges a long-suffering look with Vriska. ]
Tell your boyfriend to lay off, or I'm going to sit him down and have a long and difficult talk about intentions. And shotguns. That's what they do on Earth, isn't it?
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Please.
Noh-Varr ignores the queasy way his stomach feels just thinking about the implication--ew, ew, ew, ew, gross, nasty, etc etc--and also the way Vriska is cracking up over it, which makes him smile involuntarily. He's glad for the way Garrus' talons brush his hair; it makes him lean in. ]
This is a detail-free zone, I'll have you all know. [ Glancing back at the turian, dryly: ] There weren't any of that particular call, anyway. [ Just. You know. Making sure that's clear. He snorts at Vriska, head tilting in clear disbelief. ]
Have you met yourselves? There's nothing malleable about people as stubborn as the both of you.
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It feels good to laugh.
Vriska only finally uncurls again at Noh's question, at which point she just sticks her tongue out at him. Mature. ]
Whatever! Be cavalier about damaging our innocence, see if I care! Go back to being cuddly love chirpbeasts. [ Lovebirds. ] But next time, Garrus, you take him to your place and scar your roommates instead. Noh-Varr has traumatized me enough for one deathtime!
[ A thought seems to occur to her, and she floats behind Hibari, wrapping both arms around his neck and resting her chin on his shoulder. There's a wicked glint in her eye even as the smile on her face remains perfectly mild. ]
Come on, let's go break into Garrus's room and make out on his bed.
[ Who is she trolling here? Garrus? Hibari? Noh? All three? Who knows.
(It's all three.) ]
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Little animal. Don't get bitten.
[Hibari's turned his head, all frowns, but stops his useless movements then.]
Garrus.
[He's quiet in his speaking now, shamed from Vriska's teasing, still.]
What's your aim, old man?
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Did you start whatever you've got with Vriska with clear aim? Some sort of angle?
[Now he looks back up, over at Hibari, to meet the kid's eyes.]
Gonna bet no.
[This is not easy. Battle tactics, weapons schematics, they're things he can sort out in his head and talk his way through. This is uncharted territory.]
I'm planning on seeing where this goes. I like this. I like Noh. And if you've got a problem with that, then you can keep it to yourself. Because I don't give a damn.
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He exchanges a long-suffering look with Vriska. ]
Tell your boyfriend to lay off, or I'm going to sit him down and have a long and difficult talk about intentions. And shotguns. That's what they do on Earth, isn't it?